Glitter

I've been postponing writing this in fear of jinxing everything. Honestly, these past few days have been delightful. I know I can be pessimistic with a snap of a finger, but in retrospect, I'm glad I went to war, and am glad I've been through it. I remember thinking of this day, and thinking that I would be cutting ties soon, but some people know me too well, and are correct in saying that this is exactly what I live for, and would otherwise die without it. Glitter is all around, and listening to Backyards makes this three o'clock moment not an individualist choice, but a seriously humbling moment to be alive.

Been chatting with one of my closest friends, and we agreed that being super happy is something scary in itself, the feeling of hitting rock bottom lingers in the air. But maybe that feeling is amplified because in reality, people are scared of being happy. Come to think of it, I don't want to be scared of being happy. This is, I believe, one of the days when I can say that nostalgia-all that glitter-butterflies in the stomach mixes into a hodgepodge of happy. I've always mixed nostalgia with regret, and maybe I had to go through that regret so I can fully savor this glitter.